The first time I encountered psychedelics, they arrived as they do for many in the Western world—through the pulse of the party scene. But under flashing lights and crowded spaces, my experiences often unraveled into confusion and discomfort. I was searching for something, but I didn’t yet know what.

 

It wasn’t until I met the right guide, the right medicine, and the right setting that I truly saw. I turned inward and found myself face-to-face with all the hidden corners of my mind—my unprocessed emotions, my fears, my traumas. For the first time, I felt my body not just as a vessel, but as a teacher.

This was the moment I understood: these plants are not just substances. They are mirrors, they are healers, they are guides.

 

A synchronistic meeting soon led me to my first ceremony. From that point on, I committed to balancing personal healing with holding space for others. I have since studied under teachers from indigenous Shipibo traditions, learned from pioneers in clinical psychedelic research, and built a practice rooted in both ancient wisdom and modern science.